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Someone who carries the beauty of the world,
Within their soul peacefully curled,
Amidst the hate and sorrow today,
So rare I could kneel and reverently pray.
I'd like to surround them with flowers and sun,
A summer's breeze and laughter and fun,
To protect their soul more sensitive than mine,
I'm just a sinner scarred by time.
Sometimes I meet someone good to the core,
Who makes me want to know more and more,
From evey angle every inch of their mind,
And I run through my veins the beauty I find.
And as a rushing chill touches my skin,
I know I have touched the soul within.
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